That evening, when I stepped into the barn, I didn’t really know what I was looking for. The day had been exhausting, and I only wanted a moment of silence. But the moment I opened the door, I heard a strange sound—not an animal’s rustle but a sticky, muffled whisper 😧. I approached the corner and saw something I first thought was an old broom. But then it slowly moved. My heart froze. A tangled mass of hair and fibers… something inside it was breathing 🤯. I stood still for a moment. I thought